I’d have to get creative.
My hand moved down almost instinctively, gripping the gear shifter beside me. The leather beneath creaked softly as I wrapped my fingers around the knob.
Cars were always girls, weren’t they?
But the engine purred in response to my touch, and I swallowed heavily, my cock hardening in guilty excitement.
Definitely a he.
Fox’s shadowy fingers slid over my hand, curling around the shifter before sinking lower, tracing my thigh, brushing against the straining front of my jeans. A low groan escaped my throat before I could stop it; I didn’t realize how turned on I was already. Slowly, as if I might scare off the shadow, I reached down and loosened my belt.
Fox watched with a great deal of curiosity, his glowing eyes narrowing. The shadow was vibrating, the same rumble shaking the car’s frame.
I knew anticipation when I saw it.
Grinning, I let him watch as I released the zipper and pushed my underwear down, my rigid cock filling my hand. For a moment, Fox hesitated, and I briefly worried I might be taking it too far, but the shadow grabbed the base of my cock, sliding his hands up to the head, watching with interest as he squeezed a few drops of precum to the tip.
His consent was more than enthusiastic. It was needy, desperate. His glowing eyes met mine, his mouth parted as he panted breathlessly, chrome fangs biting into his lip.
“It’s my turn to ride you,” he breathed, voice trembling with lust.
I smirked and reached for the seat lever, pushing it back, reclining as Fox’s form grew more solid above me. The shadows gathered into something sleek and dark, smooth like the Mustang’s black paint under moonlight. He straddled my hips easily, disappearing and reforming on top of me, rather than trying to navigate the tight interior. Theshadow was warm, vibrating softly, like the steady purr of the engine idling beneath us.
When he moved closer, I could feel his weight, real and firm and hot, before he sank down into my lap.
I sucked in a sharp breath, holding it as my cock sank into the abyss. The shadow squeezed tight around me, and I knew I wouldn’t last long. Not with how strange this was; exactly my flavor of depravity. I forced myself to focus on anything but the feeling of his burning body wrapped around me, rising and falling, riding me like he’d done it a thousand times before, his every movement custom-built for my pleasure. I inhaled deeply, savoring his scent; leather and oil, subtle but distinct. Fox smelled like sex in a brand new sports car, and I would find no distraction there.
I watched the lazy grind of his hips, the roll of his smooth black stomach, and dizzily wondered how a car had learned how to fuck like a pornstar. “How do you —”
“My backseat has seen plenty of action,” Fox chuckled softly against my ear. “And I’m a quick learner.”
Of course. I could’ve guessed as much; no one bought a Mustang without a plan to fuck someone in it. I’d just taken it one step further in fucking the car itself.
Fox’s lips grazed against my throat, and my thoughts evaporated, returning to the tight squeeze around my cock.
Fuck.
My hands found Fox’s hips, fingers sinking slightly into the shadow, but still able to hold on. I moved with him instinctively, matching his rhythm.
Like shifting gears.
Slow at first.
A pause.
A breath.
Then faster.
Fucking Fox was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.The shadows of the car wrapped around me, through me, surrounding every nerve with heat and motion.
I knew how to drive him, and Fox clearly knew how to drive me crazy.
My mind blurred under the rising rush of heat building between us. Nothing existed in that moment except the two of us and the low growl of his engine.
I looked up.
Those glowing yellow eyes were watching me.
